Short Thinly Poems
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Onions basil and garlic
Simmering softly
Thinly sliced leeks buttery splash
Chives and parsley mash
Salt and pepper dash
Broth and sip
Soup
Form:
Such transparent lies,
those sad eyes dipped in a smile;
Thinly veiled phrases
masking colors all too real;
I see right through your stained glass.
Gathered groping
The cheesy eloping
Thinly spread across time
Wandering amidst bloated stride
Burning from flesh to organ
Incinerating hope
And carrying no burden
A lie is like a leaky zeppelin...
Patched together with bubble gum breath.
In time, it will violently come back to earth.
The earth's heart has a karmic core
thinly wrapped in gravity.
Covered thinly, by a bloody clot.
Unhealed.
Congealed.
Unwelcome obligations to eat, sleep, dress
fulfilled.
That your body is still here
is the best that can be said
of this,
the first year.
dread grips world
the failure snide zest
lambs are calm,
top to toe,
thinly veiled sorrow on times
Cackles are flimsy.
Shandorma is a form with (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables.
Vibrations quiver in smoke-filled
volcanoes or parlors not much
difference.
You suck mine, I'll suck yours
both of us feelin'
for stuff that don't suck.
The difference between a fist and a
palm.. umm..
why is that not “duh!!”?
Mysteries, histories
and so on...
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Shadows Densely Cast
David J Walker
How soon the night begins to call
Fall is falling fast
Shadows thinly passing all
Daylight dwindles past
A crusted moon
a ragged ball
auric emblems last
Hold your breath
against a death
shadows densely cast
What is it?
I see it, hanging there
On the wall not even fall
Black in colour, small sized, round shaped
For a while through days
I thought it isn’t me thinking
That her style isn’t hers
I chose between curvy streets
Huge and noisy
A thing she may love
Thinly and tinny
Amazing hat.
flowers weep to early dawn
a passage from nightly quest
fleeting in our senses to no one there
stirring as though a waking child
passion cries in love despair
thinly veiled shame abruptly caught
angst wrought on wings
fly away fly
love sings to us
a sirens wail
a breath
a touch
a hearts desire
Crispy, crunchy, baked to perfection.
Sparkling, golden, a mouth-watering complexion.
That feeling of joy sparks through your soul,
As you reach into the overflowing bowl.
Your taste buds are totally astound,
As you bite on the chip, so perfectly round.
Lightly salted and thinly chopped,
Baked and flaked and cropped and popped.
My women's a rump-roast
Potatoes her thighs
Ripe reddened carrots
for thinly sliced eyes
Onions for folly
that lobes ring on high
Radishes hatched up
for lovers to eye
Thin flowing gravy
for sexual roll
Brown oily colors
as taken for soul
Thoughts for a woman
as something to know
When crawling to get one
as Chef on the go
Sands streaming through my identity
Who I was and what’s to come
The pinnacle and troughs spinning
Invisible in speeds slow and fast
Above trials now and forgotten
Existence cycles with imagination
Ever dispersing thinly
As the midnight sands crest and fall
The wind tolling flat chimes
Death reads the last stanza
Deep-sea fish you find a picture book.
There you can write your name,
the human relations also describes.
It sinks from a human edge to the deep sea.
While drawing a spiral sink in loop.
So to live for thousands of years,
get the ugly of that has been refined.
So after death quietly, it has melted
music of thinly Franz Liszt in the background.
Form:
Time was once a letter sent
A thinly packaged salutation
Revealing reads and rushes
A content discourse situation
Story lines entwined grapevines
Most privately complicit
A baton passed a relay cast
Too confidential to elicit
Artistic flair in swirling script
Stylish prose self styled emphatic
A photographic written pose
Of diatonic scale chromatic
The final straw
thinly concealed stripe
heavy line easy
simple strike
it doesnt make me queasy
so simply fascinating
as it spreads further apart
the flood procrastinating
before it can start
shield cleanly cut
breaking tiny swords
not cold not hot
the flood is a horde
split the canvas
dry and crumbling
frames the tower as
and leaves them shambling
The bags that sag under glassy eyes are purple
black. His face is downward drawn with pencil neck
and bow bent back. Devoid of chest a mass of thinly muscled
bone and flesh. He strokes Mary Martin at a soirée
by the garden wall. She sings lilacs to hummingbirds
as rainbows rise and fall. She whispers wonders wrapped
in riddles wove in layers, her looks, her touch, her smell,
at a soirée by the garden wall.
Beauty betrayed me for it has found another
Now her splendor shines for all to see
My hideousness hides under this thinly veiled cover
All eyes on her
I have been forgotten long ago
She holds the baton now
My beauty just a blur
Once a merry go round of decadence
Now just benign
It’s gone and faded away
She’s at the end
A new one comes
She joins the club
The abandoned ones
We are all the same underneath
Sleep you waking dreamless poet,
earthbound whore of words.
Awakening to the world
of differing drifted moments piled
high against all dreams
still growing. Dreams unknowing
held against your breast so tightly
curtain thinly thinning gone
and merge with joy
and merge with self and merge until
all aspects are but one
and you are home.
Sweet waking dreamless sleep
the joy of home.
My heart broken
Sliced
Cut
So deeply
Tiny incisions
They hurt the most
Paper cuts
Thinly
The pain lasts longer that way
The loss I feel
Seeping out in the quiet of the harrowing nights
You break your heart everyday
The moment you wake up
And live without her
Now from inside
It does it of its own free will
My heart is crying
Dying
Disfiguring
Disforming
Birth cord cut like at birth
My Mum died...
Form:
Overgrowths of arm-post life
Lift upward as my steam-breath
Vanishes thinly into the sky
Cool sweat drips deliberately
As the stacks grow larger
And the sawdust smells and sticks
The wagon-load will wallow obediently
As the frost bites cleanly
Through the still winter dusk
Ash white smoke curls softly
From the cut-stone chimney
Where a portrait of simplicity
Sleeps eternally in my mind
what we expect we get it see,
think thin yes that's bloody me,
all about self perception,.
self deception ...
con the mind the body follows:)
what no plurry fee!
Don Johnson 20-july-11
I'm using the theory that we get what we fear and expect especially extra weight,
(dumbo subconcious thinks it wants fat hey) Look in the mirror see the younger ye, see
the mirror look just like thee. and then hunger for it, obsession:)
Just look hard into the core of you
if, for the luckless needy,
your masked generosity
springs from smug condescension
thinly disguising disdain;
if your act of charity
makes one feel like a beggar
and you glorify yourself,
cruelly rubbing it in;
if your seeming kindness flows
from a sense of proud power
that so aches to be flaunted
and gratefully acknowledged,
then, look hard into the core of you.
Perfect ceviche
Almost alive
Flounder, Corvina
Pacific coast fish flavored,
One you must try.
Slice
Clean
Cut
Into 1 inch marbled cubes,
This is not a recipe
But a cooking muse.
Salt
Garlic and pepper
Then shower one of a kind Lime,
Mix with Aji Limo,
Get ready to dine.
Sprinkle
Twirl
Thinly sliced
Purple onion,
In the next 2 ½ minutes
Treat yourself,
To the perfect Ceviche
Made in Peru
You will eat nowhere else.
Anger,
it was all it took,
he merely tossed a disdainful look,
thwarted attempt,
the beast smiled with thinly veiled contempt,
he was bold,
his heart cold,
as the words were told,
and the beast stood in silence
just for a moment,
his hatred palpable,
he shouted,
as pain
screamed through him,
exploding the veins,
and his emotions drained,
he howled in agony,
he shouted in fury,
he cries,
darkness was his eyes,
death was on his breath.